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Apr 7, 2019 16:48:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 16:48:42 GMT -5
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Apr 7, 2019 23:43:06 GMT -5
Post by Cobra on Apr 7, 2019 23:43:06 GMT -5
(He does more than that...))
One only laughed at her pleading. "Ha! You're a too cute creature, you know that? We're not even harming you with harsh things, and here you are begging. Do you want a treat? When we're done I can provide one." he offers, though didn't listen to Carol's wants.
The older chimp snorts, shaking his head. "They're morons, you really think she knows what you're saying? Clearly, she's hollering out one of her pack members. Silly, silly." He harshly yanked her from the shower. He dragged her over to the opening of the shower.
The gentle one rolls his eyes as he helped his pal with Carol. The two removed the suit and applied a light blue jumpsuit. The two hauled her over to another area and placed her on a stool. Another chimp walked over carrying a red device that drew close to her ear.
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Apr 8, 2019 0:05:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2019 0:05:29 GMT -5
Carol didn't feel she was begging for 'treats' and didn't even know what that was. Then being mocked for asking for her pack animal and then she felt pain from being harshly yanked towards the shower door. She didn't know where they were taking her and what they were about to do. "I want Esmeralda! Where's Esmeralda?"
Being put on a stool, didn't help with matters. She saw this red device lingering near her ear. What was that for?
That's when she moved out of it's way. "I don't want that near me." She leaped off the stool quickly. "I want Esmeralda! She's nicer than you!" She pointed at the one that yanked her harshly. "And knows how to take care of me better than you."
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Apr 11, 2019 22:06:47 GMT -5
Post by Cobra on Apr 11, 2019 22:06:47 GMT -5
The moment she bolted, the noose tightened around her neck, forcing her to stop. One of the lab assistants snagged her arm, placing her on the chair. This time, holding her in place. The other chimp with the loop kept the pole firmly on her neck. The tight pull earlier did not do anything, just a harsh pull.
"Keep on hollering out, I will force you to shush. Now, this is my only warning, mutt." he gritted his teeth, lowering his face close to hers, but out of her biting range. He creepily smiled. "Don't cross the line here."
The other with the device pierced her right ear, leaving a dangling tag there. After, he drew back, allowing Carol to react either poorly to the recent action, or bravely. Either one was common.
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Apr 11, 2019 23:23:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2019 23:23:41 GMT -5
She was frustrated when the noose tightened around her neck and her hands flew to her neck trying to loosen it. But the problems with sitting on a chair which wasn't all that comfortable. She couldn't move and it drove her to into a frenzy of fear and even recoiled away, making the noose tighten again around her neck. It didn't really do anything harmful. But she could never sit still for even a minute.
She also didn't know what he meant about being forced to be quiet and knew what 'crossing the line' meant. She didn't find it funny and it meant another probable punishment. "D-do you want me to go find a - hickory stick." It was a question that signaled that- was what her human alpha had used. "I'll find a good sturdy one."
Then pain flared from her right ear. She was not used to 'earrings' or 'tags'. Her hand flew to the 'tag' and tried to look for a way to get it off.
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Apr 13, 2019 19:00:06 GMT -5
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Post by Cobra on Apr 13, 2019 19:00:06 GMT -5
The two scientists wasn't familiar with a hickory stick. Both didn't seem interested, and believed it was just another term for the humans. Humans do have strange language among each other. Silly little creatures they are.
The one that pierced her ear noted Carol trying to rip it out. Luckily, they were designed to stay. With haste, the ape grasped her wrists and held them.
The larger one with a pole, pulled on it, forcing her off the chair. "Alright, two four four five, let's put you back." He heartlessly mentions, walking with Carol.
In these labs you were only labelled as a number, and not even recognise as an animal.
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Apr 13, 2019 19:23:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2019 19:23:49 GMT -5
Carol's earlobe was hurting and not being used to an 'earring' she wanted nothing more than to take the earring out. "So...no switch? No paddle to hit?" She asked even as her wrists her held in an ape hands'...then she was pulled off the chair. She noticed that they weren't interested in her- at all. Since they weren't interested in her, what was the use of really talking to them? They never listened anyway to her.
Well, since they were alone, labeled her a number...she didn't understand or get. She'd never answer to that number either. It wasn't her identity nor her name.
"The name's Caroline, Carol for short. I will not be called by any other name but Carol or Caroline. That number is not my name. Will never be my name." She finally said, even as they walked somewhere. "I'd rather serve Esmeralda than you. Where is Esmeralda." Unfortunately, they hadn't realized that she may have been 'owned' by an owner. "At least Esmeralda- taught me how to sing all the festival songs of Central City." So maybe, this would be a good thing? But she kept feeling it wasn't going to do anything.
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Apr 16, 2019 18:44:28 GMT -5
Post by Cobra on Apr 16, 2019 18:44:28 GMT -5
The one the held her wrists together, not even a harsh press against them. He was barely even holding her hands. He listened to her continuing on the strange ways of punishment. He shook his head. "We don't hurt you by beatings or whipping. That only causes worse scenes, and damages the experiments," he coldly whispers.
The larger one, snickered, shifting his head side to side. This creature want serious was she? Trying to gain useless confidence within this building. "Mm, Carol? I hate to downplay... actually, I rather enjoy it. But we don't recognise you here by your names." He shortly adds, "I suggest you comply by the rules even your new identity."
A pole looped around her nape, and both released. The handler gently hauled her from the two.
"Because we don't waste anything here, not one thing, two four four five," he viciously implies, walking off.
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Apr 16, 2019 19:35:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2019 19:35:45 GMT -5
Carol vowed she wouldn't forget her real identity. No matter what they said and she would not listen to her new identity of a stupid number. The only response she had. "Then you might have just already disposed of me." She said to them. "Because I'll never listen to anything else but Carol." She was serious and didn't care about the rules. Nor would she ever answer to that name.
She also vowed that she would not participate in any activity either and she didn't care about how vicious they were. It made her think of her past life- which was starting to look a whole lot better than being here being labelled a number. She yanked her arm violently out of the handlers grasp. She didn't like being 'touched' by anyone.
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Apr 26, 2019 16:55:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2019 16:55:03 GMT -5
Cobra needs to purchase a pair of eyeglasses. I'm the wrong human for his experiments.
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Orangutan Gladiator Trainer
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Apr 26, 2019 22:10:33 GMT -5
Post by Silas on Apr 26, 2019 22:10:33 GMT -5
Silas was near the labs, tracing the traitor's scent. He was notified from two different witnesses that Carol had been captured by the wicked scientist. For days he's been lurking around the secured buildings. It was two days after the two were thrown into the river.
His rage was barely even lifted, being wise to keep it mellow to concentrate easier. His attack was during nightfall. Taking the suit of one of the orangutan worker. Only this one appeared quite drunk. What was this foolish ape doing? Drinking down his stress?
Regardless, Silas, in time would creep himself inside the depths of the lab. One time in the bathroom he altered his look to view similar to the other ape. It would take days, even questioning a few workers there. He'd go back and forth until he had a clue where Carol's location. However, his time was running out. It wouldn't be long before his cover would be blown any second.
Silas was strolling down the hall when a familiar voice that fought back ranged into his ears. Secretly he grasped a random tray, heading down that way. He didn't need to act foolishly. He pauses. Carol was straight in his eyesight. He did not vapidly rescue yet. She was the exotic breed he personally caught and claimed.
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Apr 27, 2019 0:06:19 GMT -5
Post by Cobra on Apr 27, 2019 0:06:19 GMT -5
The handler didn't use any harsh means like the other two who appeared to be ruthless, and mindless. He applied a temporary collar, then added a leash. "Come on little human." He ushers to another cage that appears more comfortable. He hastily places her, and removes the leash.
"Here,' he offers a sugary treat on the small slot where they offer food. You can even take it apart, there is no drugs here," he honestly informs.
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The cruel worker that states the harsh facts of the happenings in the labs, greedily walks off. In Silas's path. he paused, examining for a minute. "Are you lost? Because what you're hauling is for the 'cutting' rooms." he implies, darkly grinning.
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Apr 27, 2019 0:53:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2019 0:53:25 GMT -5
Carol was miserable after and didn't particularly care about anything touching her neck. She was fighting the collar and yanked it even as she was pushed into the cage. The problem with this collar, it was uncomfortable, tight, and touching a fresh new barely even healed wound that none of them noticed. Her hair kept her neck pretty concealed. She fell to the floor, refusing to even get up. She kept tugging at the annoying collar. She never noticed the sweet treat being pushed into the food slot.
She wasn't even at all hungry. She wasn't even interested in sweet treats. All she wanted was the collar off. When she couldn't get it off, she started to cry into her hands.
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Apr 28, 2019 21:28:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2019 21:28:37 GMT -5
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May 5, 2019 21:13:07 GMT -5
Post by Cobra on May 5, 2019 21:13:07 GMT -5
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